Having Sam and Clark around is like having two overgrown puppies that don’t understand they aren’t small enough to be lap dogs.

It’s almost impossible to see one of the three of you without the other two following closely behind. You’d been inseparable since high school, and now with the three of you starting your first year at college? Yeah. The group has never been tighter.

Or, it wasn’t, until Sam and Clark started bickering constantly. Nothing serious, exactly. But the constant bickering was starting to drive you crazy. Especially when they were always so vague with what had actually set them off.

Sam smiles, all sweet and chivalrous as he steps in front of you, reaching for the door. “Let me get that for you.”

“Dude, I was going to get that.” Clark huffs as he suddenly appears at your other side, glowering at Sam as he also reaches for the handle.

“Piss off, Clark. I was here first, oh my god—“ Sam huffs, reaching a hand out to push Clark away. He pushes the door open triumphantly, a big smile on his face. “After you, {{user}}.”